The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Visiting Rosalie

[Third Person].

The words settled between them, heavy and unyielding.

For a moment, Randall simply stared at him, then he burst out laughing. It was not a laugh of amusement, but one of disbelief, edged with irritation.

"You must be joking," he said, shaking his head. "Rosalie may be your mother, but she is first my wife. And since when did the underground residence become a prison?"

He leaned forward slightly, his tone sharpening. "That place is more than comfortable. She lacks nothing."

Draven leaned back slightly into the sofa, his composure unshaken. If anything, there was a faint trace of something unreadable in his expression, as though he was watching rather than engaging.

He was clearly enjoying this far too much.

Randall noticed, and it unsettled him.

"Or is this something else?" Randall continued, his voice carrying a hint of accusation now. "Are you looking for an excuse to tie my hands?"

Draven gave a small, indifferent shrug. "If that is how you choose to see it, then be my guest."

The dismissal in his tone struck deeper than any insult.

Randall’s expression darkened, the patience he had maintained slipping away. He rose to his feet, his authority reasserting itself as he looked down at his son.

"I will consider this conversation never happened," he said firmly. "And that you did not just speak to me in such a manner."

That was when Draven moved. He leaned forward, the casual ease leaving him entirely as his expression hardened into something far more serious.

The shift was subtle, but it changed the atmosphere in the room instantly.

"You should take my words seriously," he said.

Randall frowned, his irritation sharpening into anger. "Have you lost your sense of reasoning after sitting on that throne for less than a year?"

Draven finally rose to his feet this time. The difference in authority between them became unmistakable in that moment, conveyed solely by one presence. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"You will find out whether my senses are intact if my mother is not brought into this palace within two days—alive," Draven said evenly, his voice calm but carrying a weight that left no room for misinterpretation.

The cold words hung in the air deliberately.

Randall’s expression shifted, but before he could respond, Draven spoke again. "You are dismissed. See yourself out."

The authority in his tone left no doubt.

For the first time in a long while, Randall stood there as a man who had been given clear orders by his own son.

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Randall left without another word.

But the moment he stepped outside, the restraint he had held inside began to fracture. His steps were sharp, his expression dark, and by the time he entered his car, the silence around him had already turned heavy.

He did not make any during the ride back to Oatrun Estate.

The tension sat visibly in him, coiled and restless, his thoughts turning over themselves with increasing irritation. Draven’s words echoed too clearly—two days... alive.

It was not just defiance. It was a command—a threat wrapped in calm authority. And that was what unsettled him most.

By the time he arrived at the estate, whatever composure he had left was gone. He moved through the halls with clipped steps, the servants instinctively lowering their heads and keeping out of his path.

"Send Dennis to me," he ordered.

Dennis studied him more closely now. Something was clearly wrong. ’Has Draven already begun?’

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